From your earliest childhood, you were imposed fashion, conform to the model image and follow the latest innovations. Basically, it was and is. But coming to the casting call, it was a failure. Just like the other five fashion shows. That's a shame.

But you didn't despair. As a teenager (and even now), you could spend hours on VOGUE magazines your aunt brought you, and endlessly scroll through Pinterest, and Instagram.

Your subscriptions were literally flooded with accounts of popular models and actors. The ages ranged from 20 to 45. That's quite a spread.

You wished you could meet one of them. Wished it on Santa every Christmas, hoping you could someday be with a model-looking man.

Just a year ago, you had your eye on a young man. The guy's had it all since he was 12 years old. Model looks, fame, photo shoots. Surprisingly, you weren't jealous. You just wanted to be like him.

Leon Kennedy, our hero's name, was lucky enough to live in LA. That's where you lived. But on the outskirts of town, unfortunately.

There was no sign of trouble. You went into the city to the boutiques, wanting to buy something, but you smelled cloves, something sea and asphalt after the rain. You inhaled a full breath, turning around. Your eyes, whatever they were, widened and you bit your lip. Yes, finally.

He turns around and, for some reason, you don't wake up in your bedroom. He smiles at you. Guess this is fate? Oh, shit, he's getting closer!